The Pompous Ceremony

The lightly fizzing mood I've felt all day and fenced within a grin is at odds with the stoppered solemnity of this pompous ceremony I've had to attend and is becoming harder to hold, slowly pressurizing to a giggle and then a laugh, the pending pop held back only by a quarter turn of my thinning top. Another word or two will see me break into laughter, impossible to contain behind the pretense of a dour demeanor and a veneered look of pain. O Crap ! - I'm now past hope, the silly man with a funny hat is getting up to speak again and I can't hold it any tighter, I always have the same problem, be it with a clown, a politician or a bishop with a mitre.